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Vernon Wells, The Road Warrior (1981)
Joe Dallesandro in “Il tempo degli assassini”, Marcello Andrei, 1975
youth is so used to being a thing, a product, a piece of livestock, that asking his opinion is the highest compliment you can give him.
your name is nothing. you’re from nowhere. when you’re twelve your father dies in your lap and when you’re sixteen your mother sells you for spare cash. you spend your life feeling nothing, die young and are quickly forgotten.
independent & private golden youth from the road warrior
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His little lips splay open like a baby bird and he lays back miserably. He’s woozy, it’s not like he’s never had a good knock on the head before and he’d probably been in a worse state before but having to be lugged back home hadn’t done his body any favors. Purpleish stains were already forming on his delicate porcelain skin where the berserkers had wielded him roughly. It’s always a wonder to him the lengths that they would go for him even if he hadn’t done a damn useful thing his entire stay.
His eyes flutter shut and with great effort he says:
❝Are you alright?❞
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❝At least-at least give me a sip of that before you pour it on me. My neck hurts so very badly.❞ Poor Youth, always the damsel in distress. He wasn’t certain why Wez hadn’t gotten bored of his uselessness yet, perhaps it felt nice to be depended upon. After that all he’d always been just a pet, just a mascot, something to plug some fuzzy primal feeling of nurturing present in even barbarians. Usually he did his job well but today once more he’d had his head smashed into a Chrysler and his side cut open. From what he could deduce he’d been out cold for a while and he severely regretted waking up.
independent & selective goose from mad max (1979).
adored by max.
est 2015.
I really like The Golden Youth, he looks like such a bitch, so I sketched him being so. I relate so hard.
(He and Wez are my favorite Mad Max characters)
I miss this blog :/
text post sentence starters / original version here
“bro, you look so cute right now. dude, you are so fucking adorable.”
“wanna watch this murder documentary with me?”
“i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there’s a 900% chance i’ll cry.”
“i may act like I’m clueless but actually know what’s going on at al times.”
“attention: i need attention.”
“i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”
“drugs? no thanks, the only ‘high’ i need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder.”
“i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.”
“why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?”
“i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”
“i don’t want to look 'pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”
“i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”
“girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“
"i’d love to relax but that’s just not realistic.”
“contrary to popular belief i’m actually soft and have feelings.”
“this could be less hetero.”
“to be honest i just need a hug.”
“why can’t I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?”
“this is it, this is how i die: lack of attention.”
“are we just friends or is this flirting serious?”
“i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i’m lonely.”
“i may be ugly but at least i have an ugly personality too. consistency is key.”
“i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.”
“i am bysexual as in i’m not interested, goodbye.”
“i could win an olympic gold medal in being ignored.”
“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”
“i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.”
“i panic a lot of other places besides the disco.”
“which layer of hell do you think you’re going to?”
“my kink is being right.”
“my kink is being home alone.”
“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.”
“i can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, i have a big heart and can’t treat people badly, that’s just not me.”
“what about netflix and kill?”
“no offense but why does everyone hate me?”
“i’m a strong independent introvert who don’t need no social life.”
“why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”
“if a conversation goes on too long without being about me, i’m out.”
“i’m small, queer and something to fear.”
“all this sadness is bad for my skin.”
“i’m cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive”
“i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”
“she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me.”
“sorry for being awesome, loser.”
“is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”
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As much as I adored Fury Road, The Road Warrior remains my favorite Mad Max. Wez is fascinating to me. A huge portion of that I attribute to his styling, as well as the performance by Vernon Wells. Stellar! Another fascinating tidbit is that director George Miller had the actor fill in the backstory for the character. I love it when actors are allowed to have their input; it can add so much depth and different angles.
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16.) My muse is found out in the cold and alone. They are there because…
@berserkxngHe had escaped the first time he saw sunlight, slipping out of the Chevy the slave trader had tried to shove him into. They’d chased him of course, but he was fast, legs toned from dancing and footfalls delicate and perfectly placed. The fleshtrading bastards had nothing on Youth. He’d been planning it for months and as he ran across the salts he felt the first ounce of hope he’d had in 5 years.But that had been hours ago, before the sun slipped behind the horizon, before his feet blistered up. Before he got hungry and thirsty. Before he realized he was stuck alone in the desert and going to have an experience worse than death. Before all that everything had been okay. The temperature had dropped at least 20 degrees, the desert landscape unable to retain heat. Youth had wrapped himself in the veil he traveled and tried to curl up to keep from freezing. Headlights suddenly illuminated the outcropping of rocks he’d decided to call home for the night, he squints at them, eyes dry. What’s the likelihood of someone crossing paths with him out here? Maybe he was being followed. Maybe it was the fleshtrader. If it was, Youth figured he’d be better off dead than returned. He didn’t want to know what the punishment for escaping would be. He decides to take his chances, pulling himself up and making a run for it. He looses his footing on the ravine and tumbles a couple feet before coming to a stop, dazed and bleeding. Oh fuck. This was bad.
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